I decided to make taco soup for dinner tonight. This had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that today is Cinco de Mayo. It was my turn to cook, it sounded good, and I love my Bean Pot. (By the way, if you don’t have a Bean Pot, contact your nearest Celebrating Home salesperson and order one. Go on. I’ll wait.)

Now then, I have a hard time understanding why Americans are so eager to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. The only thing that it means to me is that the tortilla chip section at the grocery store has been ransacked. So, I expect, has the tequila section at the liquor store, but I don’t have that information first hand. And here’s a little chips-and-salsa for thought: Many of us have gone out to the Mexican restaurants today. Why make those people work when they are the ones that should be celebrating? Yes, I understand that if they wanted to keep the restaurants open on May 5th then it is their prerogative, but still.

Do people in Mexico celebrate the Fourth of July? I don’t really know, and I am too tired this evening to look it up to be honest. If they do, well then good for them I guess. Who doesn’t like a few fireworks and some grilled hotdogs?